Old 97's - Doreen Lyrics
(hitchhike to rhome lyrics.Minor variations found on wreck your life.)When i first met doreenShe was barely seventeen.She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar.The way she tossed 'em backI would've had a heart attack.But as it is i let her drive my car.We galloped through the boroughsLike a pair of horny thoroughbreds,Until i said, "stop the car, doreen."Well you can roll your eyes and nodBut i swear that i saw god,In the moonlight on a side street in the wreckage we call queens.Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream.You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen.Come clean doreen. come clean doreen.Well i'm pulling into clevelandIn a seven-seater tour van.There's eight of us, so i'm sleeping on the floor.The guy that plays the banjoKeeps on handing me the old crow,Which multiplies my sorrow, i can't take it anymore.Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream.You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen.Come clean doreen. come clean doreen.Now i'm begging and i'm pleading,"well pull over guys, i'm bleeding.There's a fina off the highway with a phone."I'm calling you doreen,But it rings and rings and rings.Where is it that you are, if you aren't in our bed at home.Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream.You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen.Come clean doreen. come clean doreen.
